Today we salute you, Mr. Bouncing-Hydraulics-Open-Laptop-with-Diplomatic-Plates Guy!
Most people abandoned the hoopty in the late-90s from whence they came. But not you. Your aging black caddy bounced at the light at Bank & M Streets as you plunked away on your laptop, nestled next to you in the middle of the leather bench seat. Your diplomatic tags proclaim, “I am untouchable!” as you wardrive through Georgetown, hydraulics pumping, searching for free wifi.
So as we pass you in a silver Ford Escort, we tip our hats to you, Mr. Bouncing Baby Diplomat. You don’t set trends, you extend them.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs